#pro domo

[tomoleary]

Erich Ludwig Stahl and Otto Arpke “Pro Domo, the Secret of the Night” German poster (1919) Source

[the-zinbeil]

Please help me publish that thing !

About 2 years ago, or 3, I was following the career of one Benedikt Cumberbatch.

Well, not anymore. Grew tired of his mannerisms, his weird marriage and procreation business, his hypocritical ways, his baaaad choice of parts and even worse performance (oh that Dr. Strange! He was literally the worst actor in a horrid movie, which is something for a lead who looks like the perfect match for the part ...)

And with Sherlock, probably final season it was over.

Back then, in the throes of a powerful global cult that had infected me in summer 2013, I wrote several books that took fan fic a bit into real literature territory while still being loyal to the cult: Tons of sex, a hero of fetishized beauty, romance, irony, some fantastic stuff and high pathos of a world being born and a world dying.

The last one I wrote, quite a fat thing by the name of “Platinum Suite” was inspired by a minor award Cumberbatch had won for another bad movie, “The Imitation Game” in Palm Springs of all places, is a psychedelic metaphysical fable, thriller and satire around a secret Guild and their Prince.

Already back then I was, even though in a repressed way, shocked that “feminist” liberal Cumberbatch would sing the praise of one H. Weinstein as my keen, slightly psychic perception had immediately reveiled to me that this guy is an abusive misogynistic rapist arsehole if I have ever seen one.

That he is pushing horribly bad movies with a fraudulent “leftist”, “liberal” and “ethical” agenda, thus blackmailing audience and jury to “like” them and throw awards in their direction (and dollars in his pocket) is only adding to the nasty.

Now, finally, the world has learned the truth.

And Weinstein is the model for the villain of my book.

Who wants to be my beta reader and help me publish it?

On paper!

[livresgay]

Prêche pour ma propre paroisse…

Prêche pour ma propre paroisse…

Chères amies lectrices, chers amis lecteurs, une fois n’est pas coutume, je vais parler de moi, aujourd’hui. Oui, de moi. Okay, je sais, celles et ceux qui suivent assidûment ce site pourraient objecter que je le fais dans chacune de mes fiches de lecture, et les esprits les plus aigris iront même jusqu’à dire que je parle souvent davantage de moi que des bouquins que je suis censé…

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[docpresseesj]

pro bono (du latin pro bono publico= pour le bien public): (Droit) Engagement de volontaires qui donnent du sens à leur activité en s’impliquant dans des initiatives d’intérêt général à titre gracieux.

pro domo (du latin pro domo sua= pour sa propre maison): Pour sa propre cause, pour défendre ses propres intérêts.

[conducting-cardassia]

To the lovely anons who have asked me something: you’re not forgotten. I am merely very, very busy at this time, so it might take a little longer than usual for me to get around to it. My sincere apologies.

[the-zinbeil]

I’ll be Back !

Dear friends and chicklets !

I am now in the final phase of a mad and exhausting project here in Vienna, but I have never forgotten about my 219 loyal followers, spread out all over the globe, but mainly in Germany, the Stares, Italy and Russia, plus the odd porn blog.

And as there are times, like right now, when I am back alone in my house, after a hectic day with nothing but technical talk with lots of people, but none of it really intimate, none of it giving you warmth for the long nights, I can truthfully say that I still feel connected to my (probably also rather lonely and odd) readers in Ohio, Saxony, Mountain View, Le Havre and the one really loyal one in … Rome of all places (a place, age, culture I love).

So, to quote a countryman of mine:

I'll be back!

Expect a big summer of the zinbeil on tumblr!

Starting give or take June 18th!

[the-zinbeil]

Oh that couple!

http://the-zinbeil.tumblr.com/post/113875246707/choppedcreationcheesecake-shit-bc-haters-say

This is amazing, a post so very oooooold, it feels like the relic of a dinosaur in tumblr time units, has just been read by someone in a place of no lesser importance than ... Mountain View !

As St. Stats is showing me.

Does some aspiring little media guru ivy league professor in spe right now write their master thesis on the by now legendary controversy of BenSophie haters and so called “nannies” back in good old March 2015?

And why am I, the glorious author of the final lengthy remark on “projection” misunderstood not getting anything out of it?

Well, I will, I already am.

Just this for now:

Amazing, this former version of my self has been a skeptic for a few weeks. Later on I was an ironical neutro, soon enough I became the skeptics’ sternest critic, on occasion almost hating them for their insane bullying of a couple that would just not divorce to prove them right ... then stuff happened in my real life, then Sherlock S04 was such a disppointment and today I could not care less about anyone involved.

Yet one thing I still find correct about by observation, and grumpy frustration, back then. For whatever reason Mr. posh C has married his sibling to procreate, he for sure is a bisexual person (if not pan or ace), I can smell those things even through the endless global smog of the interwebs.

This being so, it has been so bloody lame and lazy and convenient to take the het route just becaue mother wants to see her grandsons grow up in an utterly traditional environment (even though we all know that most likely those kids are raised by well paid specialists).

Thinking about that, and also thinking about a person close to me, as BC as bi, androgynous, weird, non-het as can be, who also likes to live with some sort of asexual sister type he knows for ages, a woman who dislikes sex but has a great appartment she can also pay the high rent for, just to harvest the advantage of passing as heterosexual male in a monogamous relationship that is still so very popular in the all male networks he moves in for social and economic success ... thinking this all through I have to say that I am indeed still a hater. Not of some British couple working in the dramatic arts, but of all that disgusting posing of not quite het-males just to have a comfy life.

I am so fed up with those hypocrites sitting in the well-paid positions the likes of me diserve.

Their punishment though is immediate: lousy, lame, insignificant work hardly counting as anything close to “art” ... as true art is a shy and proud flower only blooming on the soil of honesty.

[the-zinbeil]

On Eating P.C. for Breakfast.

http://the-zinbeil.tumblr.com/tagged/abusive-relations-between-Sherlock-and-John

This post from a while back has been read by someone just now, as dear stats is telling me.

It is not very old, but a bit older, obviously pre-season-4 of BBC Sherlock. Back then I still cared.

I no longer do.

(Not at all about M/G's writing, which is just a cynical chaos of lure, seduction, manipulation, parody, theft, puerile “fun” not having any intention to be logical, plausible, educational, deep, precise, helpful, of lasting value in any way. It is being done to get and keep mass attention and make a buck. A short-termed buck. Added some humour, elegance, style and fine craftsmanship. That is, I am afraid, all there is to it.)

I just re-blog this controversy with someone who has of course blocked me (an act and technical device I have already called fascist and still do. A generation growing up with “blocking” anyone they disagree with to keep them blocked for ever will not have a shred of competence to handle conflict and will either self-destruct or run amok if faced with even a hint of conflict and stress in real life. Maybe it is good to imagine them never ever leaving their rooms.)

I re-blog this to tell all my frieds and enemies that my stern hate for anything P.C., the dull self-serving lib-leftist ideology of certain white kids, mainly US or under US influence, who think learning a restricted code makes them masters of the universe, has reached new heights, or depths, and is here to stay.

The mere idea that an over-prized academic education would grant anyone the right to call his fellow human insulting names such as “sexist”, “racist”, “ableist”, or the best of them all, “fascist”, just to claim moral high-ground, makes me puke my 50year old obese queer decadent European heart out.

So, to sum up: I hate you, from the bottom of my being, dear p.c. police-persons of a feeble age and far too wealthy parents, and if Fate wants me to become rich and famous by killing your dead and dull ideology and newspeech regime with whatever public act, art work, piece of writing, new medium to be founded I will not think twice …

(And yes, I blame you and your lousy teachers for the steep ascent of the Trumps and Putins and LePens of this tortured planet.

You … had … it … coming!)

(No wonder Zizek loves Trump. This is not quite the sarcasm he wants to sell, I’m afraid.)